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Request: Post Deletion

Hi! Could a post by myself be deleted from the thread 𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘 in Casual Roleplay? I had accidentally posted my CS twice. Thanks!

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5259232

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

Vaughn, L.

FILLED OUT BY THIRD PARTIES

FULL NAME

Luke Vaughn

AGE/DOB

Thirty-two (32) / 10-19-1988

GENDER

Male / He

ETHNICITY

Caucasian (Non-Hispanic)

HEIGHT/WEIGHT

5’7” / 148lbs

HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR

Hair: Dark Brown / Eyes: Brown

SCARS/MARK/TATTOOS

None

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CURRENT OCCUPATION

Carpenter

CURRENT RESIDENCE ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

1205 Frontier Drive

Great Falls, MT 59404

BUSINESS ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)

CONTRACT WORK

PHONE NUMBER

1-555-427-1004

STATE OF DRIVER'S LICENSE

Montana

E-MAIL ADDRESS

[e-mail]

PROBATION/PAROLE/SOCIAL WORKER NAME AND NUMBER

N/A

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CLOTHING

Casual. Usually wears jeans, boots, jacket, and flannel shirt or T-shirt.

JEWELRY

N/A

SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES

Facebook, LinkedIn

ANY PHYSICAL/MENTAL/MEDICAL CONDITIONS

Suffers from major depressive disorder and seasonal allergies.

LAST KNOWN LOCATION

Leaving the driveway of his residence in a black 2019 Ford F-150.

POSSIBLE DESTINATION

Giant Springs State Park

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KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES

Family
Grandfather
Peter K. Vaughn – Relationship is amicable, however both parties visit infrequently. Luke is Peter’s only grandson.

Family
Father
John Vaughn (deceased)

Family
Mother
Natalie Vaughn – Stays in contact with frequent phone calls averaging a few times a week. Works part-time as a florist. Lives at Billings, MT.

Friend
Neighbor
Kurt Garrison – Thirty-four years old (34) and runs a local tool shop by the name of Great Falls Supply Co. Married to Megan Garrison of whom they share a child, Derek Garrison, age eight years old (8).

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RELATIONSHIP TO PREVIOUS MISSING EIGHT

Grandson of Peter H. Vaughn

THE DOOR

Traveling on quiet backroads, Luke had his window down and listened to the birds chattering through the woods. He had a radio station on when he thought he heard a small cry. It sounded so close. In an attempt to confirm what he heard he turned the radio off and slowed the vehicle to a stop. It was between a grouping of trees at the edge of the woods to his right that he thought he saw movement. Another cry let out and the foliage around the group of trees shook. The sound was unusual, which is what drew his concern. It sounded like it could have belonged to a small child or a wounded dog, strangely enough.

Eyes locked on the spot where he saw movement, he reached for the truck’s handle to get out of the vehicle. With a flex of his wrist resistance of the door disappeared. His body was already in motion to step out of the truck. Without the road to be found beneath his feet when he expected it was gone, he fell onto his left shoulder. To his shock he found himself far away from any semblance of a wooded area, let alone anything of this world.

With a grimace Luke slowly got onto his feet. The ground beneath him was white. Streams of mist defied physics by rising up into the ether above. The horizon was filled with a calm and soothing light. Before him was the silhouette of a canine of sort, perfectly motionless. It was as though it called out to him, beckoning him to follow. Behind him, a perfect reflection of reality framed within a circle. All he would have to do is turn around and step through the portal. His truck was running and the birds continued to sing their songs.

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STATEMENTS

Kurt Garrison
Neighbor and Friend, Owner of Great Falls Supply Co.

”Luke is a great neighbor. Pretty quiet but friendly. Always says hello and asks how we’re doing. We’ll hang out from time to time and watch baseball or something and catch up over beers. The last I knew he was leaving his driveway in his truck. Looked like he was going to the park nearby, maybe. He likes to go there to walk and clear his head.”

Natalie Vaughn
Mother, Part-time Florist

“The last time he answered his phone was a few days ago. It’s not like him to not get back to me within 24 hours if he’s missed a call from me. Ever since his father passed away, which wasn’t long ago you see, he has been even more withdrawn than usual. I just… I can’t think of where he could have gone—and without a trace? It’s not like him.”

Milly Lewis
Professional Home Designer (often refers clients to Luke for carpentry work)

“Luke and I met at the tool shop in town, you know, Great Falls Supply Co.? I think his neighbor, um… Kurt, I think it is, owns it. Anyway, we sort of clicked after I found out he worked as a carpenter. I gave him my card and I refer clients to him when they need any wood work done on their home. He’s handsome, quiet, reserved. It’s hard to get anything out of him sometimes. I tend to keep the conversation going when we talk. He’s single as far as I know, but like every other guy in the world, sometimes dropping a hint just isn’t enough.”

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ATTACHMENTS

N/A

Stats

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TRAITS & ARTEFACTS

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CARPENTRY:

[+1 Speed ; -1 Cool] Luke must be very precise in his craft. Mistakes tend to frustrate him though; mistakes usually lead to having to redo something.

IMPROVISATION:

[+1 Mind; -1 Cool] Going back to his profession, Luke has learned different tricks and methods to make things work. If something doesn't work the way that was anticipated he becomes frustrated and starts over.

HARDENED:

[+1 Body ; -1 Will] Working as a carpenter requires a bit of strength, especially if using larger pieces of lumber. He has been known to help chop down trees at the request of others. As a result, he helps someone and also helps himself by getting free lumber. A drawback is that he finds it hard to ask others for help.

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INVENTORY

• M&P Spring Assisted Knife: All-in-one serrated blade, whistle, fire-starter, glass breaker, bottle opener, and cord cutter.
• Black Ink Pen: A writing implement

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

@tokkiya@Prosaic@metanoia@jynmi88@pencilz@Auz@King Cosmos@AThousandCurses@Kyrisse@Lucky

Apologies that this took a little longer than I originally said it would. I decided to flesh things out more as to not give you guys bare bones. Anyway, here it is! If you have any questions, please ask! I'll probably keep things open for a week to allow character sheets to be worked on and edited as you have the time, and questions to be answered as I have the time!

For anyone else that is interested and wasn't tagged, the game is open for you to apply, as well! I never catch anything in interest checks, either.

@psych0pomp

Um... this is amazing. No need to apologize. Something this well thought out takes time. I really appreciate the extra effort to make everything aesthetically cohesive and original!

Word association Game!

Grill

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A refreshing sweep of vitality rushed through Torbjørn. For being the other man’s first journey to this so-called Palace of Communicators, of which he still wasn’t sure was sane of him to think, he had quite a grasp on something supernatural. The image of the stone that Baldr had gifted to Tor flashed in his mind’s eye. Would he have the ability to manipulate the power of the runes as the other man did?

“Mmm, a good question. I’d like to think friend, ja? I was born and raised in Bergen; and, if I had to guess, I think it would be fair to assume that you are from the Oslo region based on your dialekt.” Fairly certain that the other man wasn’t a threat, a more trusting tone could be heard in Tor’s voice. As they cautiously trekked through the cave, Tor glanced over to Odin’s Communicator. ”Tell me, Mazorn—you asked if Baldr had let me know anything—out of curiosity, has Odin been chatty? Baldr visited me for the first time and the last time a few days ago. Either he is not the talkative type or he is testing me.”

The raven continued to act as a scout as it glided from rock to rock as they walked. As they squeezed through a tight corridor a large wrapped bundle caught his eye. The wraps were falling off of it in places and some sort of viscous liquid oozed out of it. Then, a voice carried through the darkness but a short distance away: “Okay, let’s get going then.”

Quietly Tor turned to look at his new travel companion. His eyes motioned to the voice as if to ask him if he thought they should go investigate.

Word association Game!

Sea

Word association Game!

Jolly

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Upon the evocation of the torch rune, a welcomed warmth grew from within Torbjørn’s body and radiated out to his toes and fingertips. The below zero temperature was suddenly much more bearable.

After turning around to the sound of another voice (an external one), he could only stare for a moment. He was a bit speechless after experiencing such an otherworldly sensation. A raven was perched upon the man’s shoulder. Its jet black feathers had a silky and sharp look about them. It cocked its head from side to side as the words “The son, the sun” formed from only what Tor could assume was its ability to manipulate airflow, much like a parrot.

“Den ravnen,” he managed to mutter, wide-eyed. Tor ever so slightly shook his head as if to snap out of a trance, then made eye contact with the other Norwegian. Right away he noticed what appeared to be a rune tattooed over the man’s left eye. Despite being of Norwegian descent and growing up in Norway, Tor had forgotten most of what he learned about runes from grade school. To him the value of learning them was purely of historical value; however, he had a feeling that they were going to become much more important. From the little did he remember, he thought that the tattooed rune could be Ansuz.

”Unnskyld… I’m Torbjørn.” He did his best to smile amicably, though it ended up just looking awkward. He never was much of a smiler. “Thanks for the, uh, stave, I think it was?” Curious, he glanced at the meager winter attire that the other Norwegian was wearing. “Ah, you are a true Norwegian!” he joked and added, “Is that why Odin chose you, friend? I must admit that I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind—that my missing Norway had manifested itself as a voice claiming to be that of Baldr. Yet, here I am.” His attempt at a friendly smile faded. A look of doubt replaced it. “You are real-“ He paused. “Right? Not a figment of my imagination?” Tor took a few tepid steps closer to Odin’s Communicator, unsure if he was going to disappear like a hallucination.

@GrizzTheMauler

Word association Game!

Happy